There is silence in the field: no wind, sadness, or words. Everything is extra. There is only an innocent primary moment as a basis. Something new sprouts from it, which has come into its own space and time, which will take and give.
Maybe there is nothing behind the field, or maybe on the contrary - everything is just beginning.
The field cuts through the dimension with its thin line of colors. The field seems to know what someone needs and where the limit is.
80*60 cm
Acrylic on canvas
acrylic paints, stretched canvas
£582.64
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There is silence in the field: no wind, sadness, or words. Everything is extra. There is only an innocent primary moment as a basis. Something new sprouts from it, which has come into its own space and time, which will take and give.
Maybe there is nothing behind the field, or maybe on the contrary - everything is just beginning.
The field cuts through the dimension with its thin line of colors. The field seems to know what someone needs and where the limit is.
80*60 cm
Acrylic on canvas
acrylic paints, stretched canvas
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